Tonight's Poet Corner: Missed Call
Missed Call by Belinda Roddie You lit up my phone at eleven when I had passed out at a quarter to seven. I was nervous about answering, so I just let it ring. The tone sounded familiar, even after so many years of never hearing that little tinny jingle in my left ear (I sleep on my right side, so that's where it hit me the most). I woke up to no voicemail - just, "Missed Call." And for a moment, I had wondered if you had actually called at all. Maybe I was just hallucinating that you were staring at that tiny screen, just waiting for me to call back as you probably chowed down on your cocktail shrimp and she drained you of all your champagne. No bubbly tonight, thanks. And I'm not going to take your bait. Five years it's been since we had our first date. Two years since it ended, like curtains were set on fire when they should have just quietly descended. Honey tea and watching the Spelling Bee like an old married couple - those days
